So the first part of this is definitely my fault. While driving this afternoon, I was changing lanes and I almost hit a Lexus. ALMOST, that is the key word here folks. The person in the Lexus proceeded to tailgate me, honk at me and flash his lights at me. This went on for a few blocks. Finally at a stop light, he got out of the car and came up to me to yell at me, claiming that I hit him.
Now, wait a sec. I HIT him? I felt zero impact when I got near him and was sure I hadn’t touched his car. But, since he was livid, I indulged him. I pulled over into the next parking lot and got out to inspect his car. There weren’t any scratches at all on it. Yet, he kept insisting that I hit him. I showed him the flawless side of my car. Then he tried to claim I hit him with my mirror. My mirror caps are white, his car was black. I wasn’t taking that. As soon as it became clear that our cars hadn’t touched, he got even more pissy. I offered to give him my information so he could call me if there was a problem, but he just scoffed at me and stormed back to his car in a huff. I’m enjoying thinking that maybe he realized he had acted like a total bastard for no reason, and was trying to save face with a huffy exit.
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